So, my blood sugars are fairly good most of the time. I had a 152 a couple of weeks ago when I forgot to take my meds in the morning AND at night AND decided to cheat a bit with some onion rings. NOT a good combination. I think I came home and rode the bike, even though it was late, to get things back down. I noticed that my number were a few points higher than normal for a week or two. When I say a “few points”, I mean 100-110 instead of 90-100. Nothing to get too worked up over … unless you tend to be obsessive like me. I honestly never knew how competitive I was with myself.

They are going back down: My 7 day, 14 day and 30 day averages are right at 100 (99, 100).

But … this is a funny disease. We stopped for dinner tonight after a trip to Cinci to see a new doctor (if you need a great doctor for “rheumatoid” lung, just holler!) at Champ’s. I ordered the Walnut Crusted Chicken. It was yummy. The sauce they served with it (on the side) was even yummier. It had honey in it. Oh my. I love honey. It was delicious. I went easy on it.  Diabetes. Honey. I was good.

2 hours after eating? 104. I don’t get it. I am happy, don’t think I am not. I just don’t always understand it. A few nights ago, I had some Chinese food. Cashew Chicken. I had about 2 tablespoons of rice and two of the filling part only of crab rangoon. It was in the mid 120’s, I think. Two nights later, I had my leftovers, with no rice, and I ate something else. I can’t remember what right now. 89 2 hours post prandial.  One night, I had bacon, eggs and … drumroll please: POPCORN. Now, I buy the small bags of Orville (isn’t he just adorable?) and add butter to it. My blood sugar was something like 83. I took it three hours after eating, just to be sure, it was 81 or something like that.

I can have popcorn but not rice. I wonder what would happen if I ate a yummy, delicious piece of fresh corn on the cob? I would slather it with butter … I just might need to try it. I miss corn. And watermelon. I still dream of a large bowl (think big Tupperware bowl!) full of watermelon.

I am proud of the work I am doing to keep my feet attached to my legs. I would miss my feet more than I miss that bowl of watermelon. I have never been really good at moderation … but maybe I can get there one of these days.